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The castle stands stoic on the hill; The town has sprouted through the centuries around it. In the cobbled courtyard, merchants come to market, Yammering about the goods piled precariously on their tables.
Lost among the wandering waves Caressed by the windy days I’m alone and content As I float in the sea-drift Far overhead gulls cry, “Land ahead!”
I'm living in a castle made of sand. It looks to be made of some hearty stone, But I'm good at finding truth. Sometimes I pluck it out of ears, like a magician's coin. Truth is a bit more expensive.
Once Upon a Time… The only son of a King and his Queen was cursed, His fate sealed by the cruel hand of a dark fairy.
She creeps down dark halls that Time has left, deserted, to echoed whispers. The cold, stone-smooth floors, trod on by countless ancients, could tell kings' secrets.
Different, Yes, But just like you; Only I have a gift. I can make castles, So pure, So clean. Watch, I'll show you. This city, A city of glass,
Everything is awesome. Everything is awesome when you see it as awesome.
I am the queen, I am the ruler. My body is my kingdom. It may be quite war torn,
Piercing into the mirror She’s skewed by the voices latent in thought.
Sitting atop a hill of grass, I saw a castle on a mountain, With bits of brick and stone and brass, And marble courtyard fountains. Wildflowers ran along the side of the mountain.
What is a friend? Is a friend someone you've known for years? Someone you went to school with, who listened while you wallowed in a pit of tears, while deep inside they held something more.
This castle is bright Soup of beef and leek Peace, quiet, and darkness And it does not feel tight It is a blanket that wraps me It is armor that protects me It is life, the protection of life
My heart belongs to the boy in the sky In his magical castle way up high He took my arm one dreary day And lead me to a world not so far away A place where I was free of cares
Trying so hard to climb the walls that have been built , Only to fall down before ever even have tried. Just looking for a chink in the armor, But it is greeted with a smooth and flawless canvas
his thing we started, Forever ago you could say, Once made me happy to wake up Each and every day.
This thing we started, Forever ago you could say, Once made me happy to wake up Each and every day.